Bri's Return To His Childhood ….[ I Wish It Could Be ] Poem by Bri Edwards
Bri's Return To His Childhood ….[ I Wish It Could Be ]
The sound of the traffic is quite soothing to hear.
It comes through our windows and into each ear.
There's no hint of a smirk, &, better, not one sneer.
[I won't go so far as to say "road noise" brings cheer.]
There's no honking or squealing of tires on pavement,
& rarely a siren. Yes, really there is traffic-behavement.
That last word I must have "made up", underlined in red.
Isn't that how words evolve, MOST by voices now dead?
This poem's evolving ‘cause I'm waiting for my wife's PC.
I place pointer over symbol, but it doesn't respond to me.
It seems to be like my wife, who, to me, may not respond,
unless I go to my bag of tricks and pull out my BIG wand.
I, of course, refer to my "magic wand" of fairytale fame,
which turned a pumpkin into a coach & healed the lame!
Ok! I admit, in Cinderella no one healed anyone "lame".
But the Prince in the tale did slip heels (shoes) on a dame.
Oh, those were ‘the days' of my innocence, my childhood.
I'd return to ‘those days', YEARS ago, if only I just could.
I'd climb trees, catch frogs, & collect feathers; yes I would.
AND I'd make my Mom so happy, while behaving so darn...
"GOOD".
(August 12th,2023)
Bri
:)
I think all of us, at times, would gladly return to those joyous, innocent days of yesteryear. Thanks for posting.
An interesting and entertaining write. It makes a reader reminisce his childhood days. Well crafted, Bri, with great images and rhyme.
Love the tongue-in-cheek tonality in this one. Ol' Bri never fails to deliver.
Whose calling whom 'Ol' Bri'? ? ? ? You MUST not mean 'OLD', as I'm ONLY 75 y.o. [years old]! ! ! WAIT! ! How old did I say? ? ...ok. I AM OLD; I think I'd best die soon. Well, not 'TOO SOON'. Thanks, Rod. bri : )
I, of course, refer to my 'magic wand' of fairytale fame, which turned a pumpkin into a coach & healed the lame! Wonderful expression!
That is true. All of us like to go back to those careless and innocent childhood days. Beautifully inked. Nice share.
Still quite a naughty boy in heart you are, how wish I could tell this to your ma!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/16/2025 4:17:17 PM # 1.0.0
Sometimes it would be nice to be a kid again, but I certainly wouldn't want to live my life over. I'm almost at the end, and too tired to do it again!
But Kim, don't you know that if a human is granted to relive her or his life, (s) he is given a 12-point inspection for safety and all fluids and hoses are replaced? ? ? ? And it is FREE for any PH member! !
I think the end of my 'more enjoyable' part of childhood came around the age of 10 or 11 years. For a short while it improved as female chests swelled. : )